Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Of King Polixenes) it should heere be laide
Ant. (Either for life, or death) vpon the earth
Ant. Of it’s right Father. Blossome, speed thee well,
Ant. There lye, and there thy charracter: there these,
Ant. Which may if Fortune please, both breed thee (pretty)
Ant. And still rest thine. The storme beginnes, poore wretch,
Ant. That for thy mothers fault, art thus expos’d
Ant. To losse, and what may follow. Weepe I cannot,
Ant. But my heart bleedes: and most accurst am I
Ant. To be by oath enioyn’d to this. Farewell,
Ant. The day frownes more and more: thou’rt like to haue
Ant. A lullabie too rough: I neuer saw
Ant. The heauens so dim, by day. A sauage clamor?
Ant. Well may I get a‑boord: This is the Chace,
Ant. I am gone foreuer.
Ant. Exit pursued by a Beare.
Shep. Shep.
Shep. I would there were no age betweene ten and
Shep. three and twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest:
Shep. for there is nothing (in the betweene) but getting wen